Dad and son

Dylan arrived 12/8 weighing in at a chunky 9 lbs. 14.8 oz. My apologies on delayed post. I took a social media break to get adjusted to this new little one.

He is very mellow and is putting on weight like a pro. His big sister is enthralled and adores him but is having some terrible two issues (not her usual cooperative, helpful self and wants to do EVERYTHING herself, whether it's within her abilities and my patience level or not) that we're grappling with.

Those issues aside, we are LOVING the new addition. Non-cell phone pix to come.

Five days overdue

This is what it looks like: a woman trying unsuccessfully to smuggle a medicine ball.

I wake up every morning to Snap, Crackle and Pop. No, not the cereal. That's the sound my pregnancy-loosened joints make as I side-roll/hoist myself out of bed like a whale trying to un-beach itself.

Truthfully though, other than being really tired and short on stamina (and non-polyester/elastic clothing), I feel fine. Like I did 2-3 months ago.

No massive swelling turning the ends of my legs into "cankles," no headaches, major pains or other discomforts. I'm even still working, because If I'm not in active labor, I'd rather be working and saving up my leave for when the baby's really here, not home on the couch watching Ellen and "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" marathons. After all, that's what Saturdays are for. ;-)

I'm at Antipartum testing right now just making sure baby's movin' and groovin' okay since he's being all reluctant about joining us. So far so good: lots of kicks and rolls like he's trying out yoga poses in there. Ultrasound is up next, which is always cool. More news soon hopefully.

Playtime

I'm on unpaid furlough today so we're at storytime at a local toy store. Ava's playing mommy to twin dolls and losing herself in the wall of plush animals. I may soon need to pry some fluffy thing from her wail-enhanced grasp.

Halloween 2009

Ava the bee and Natasha

"Let me get this straight: I dress like this and people give me candy? That it hilarious!"

Saturday sushi

We hit a new sushi spot in Seattle's Columbia City neighborhood called Wabi Sabi. Affordable, filling and delicious.

Ava loved her edamame, miso soup and the kid's bento box. It had teriyaki chicken, rice and a small seaweed and cucumber salad.

Watching her sip out a glass without spilling, eating the pre-opened edemame and happily sipping her soup with little assistance or fanfare, Jason said, "Man, I don't think I could do that until I was about four."

Still, he nearly choked when she appeared on the verge of maneuvering a piece of chicken into her mouth with the chopsticks. Yeah, she's pretty good, but not THAT adept. We set her up with a fork and she was good to go, with more food in her mouth than on the table by meal's end.

I know it's just standard kid development, but it's very nice to be at a point where we're able to go out for a meal and she's pretty self-regulating.

Also, it's not like one description I read in pre-kid days that said good practice for going out with a kid was to take a wild goat to a store and pay for everything it ate or damaged. Thankfully, our goat is pretty civilized and rarely damages anything.